Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-11 21:42:00 |
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Current location: | David's Shop |
Current mood: | depressed |
Current music: | "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton |
Entry tags: | david cromwell, place: la, sarah varone |
Stripper Gal to Meet the Needs of Her Man!!
Who: Sarah and David
Where: David's Shop
When: Wednesday, Feb. 10, Nighttime
David Cromwell's motorcycle shop and garage looked, quite honestly, like a tornado had hit it. There were parts everywhere, and a giant hole in the wall where he'd thrown half of a motorcycle across the room. He'd flown into a rare, almost Wolverine rage, so frightening that Derek had literally booked it out of there without clocking out, without even grabbing his jacket. Now that the rage was worked off... the huge, tattooed monster of a man sat on a small stool in the middle of the room... trembling. Head in his hands. Body shaking as he tried to reign in the sobs that threatened to overwhelm him. He'd appointed himself Lucy's guardian. Where the fuck was he when she was killed, hm? That was all he could think. This beautiful angel of a girl, probably the closest thing to both a best friend AND to a daughter that he'd ever have... was gone.
Sarah had taken off of work tonight. Not that many were in the mood for celebration lately, anyway. Sarah hadn't known Lucy. She didn't know any of the Van Warrens, to be honest. Just not the crowd she ran with, since she was quite a few years old than them. However, she knew that David had been close to the girl, so, when she was told about what had happened, she made her way to David's workshop. When she reached it, she let herself in and looked around at the mess. "David?" she called out.
"....why her?" He asked, almost more to himself... to GOD... than to the dancer talking to him. "Half oof my family have killed people. Hell, I'VE killed people. There are people out there... horrible people... that hurt, and rape, and kill. Why does my little Lucy haveta be gone?"
She wasn't sure what to think of what he said. She didn't KNOW that he was a werewolf, after all. However, right now she pushed it aside. She only knew that he wasn't a vampire because, unlike Mere, she had seen him during the day. "I don't know, David," she said, coming further inside, standing next to him. "That's a question that I don't think anyone can answer properly."
"I was gonna teach her to ride a motorcycle, y'know. She wanted to learn, so bad... I patched up a vintage Harley for her, for her 16th birthday...." he stopped, unable to say anymore, before throwing another piece of cycle across the room, embedding it in the wall. "SIXTEEN. Sixteen fucking years old... what kind of god takes a sweet, beautiful sixteen year old girl?"
She jumped a little when he threw the cycle across the room. "Like I said, David, I don't know," she told him. "It's part of the reason why I don't believe in any sort of a god."
"Sarah...." He couldn't look at her. Couldn't. To him? Guys like him just didn't cry. It made him weak. "She was the closest thing I'll probably ever have to a daughter. She made me laugh. Made me feel like a normal guy"
"You are a normal guy," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. She walked around him and was now standing in front of him. "You'll always be a normal guy."
"Sorry Sarah... you... you shouldn't be seein' me like this. I'm a mess right now, and..." He didn't even know what else to say... he just felt numb, empty.
She shook her head. "I didn't come here to complain about you being a mess," she said to him, reaching over to hug him. "I'm here to help you."
He let her hold him, and realized that, honestly, other than the sweet, playful hugs Lucy gave him... he hadn't let anyone really HOLD him in close to ten years. "She was..." his voice softened, and he just... sat there. "she was a really, really special kid. She saw something in me nobody else saw. Not even me. She saw... a nice guy."
"I know she was," Sarah said to him. It was what he needed to hear right now. "You are a nice guy. She might have been the first to see you that way, but she's not the only one." At least now they could take heart in the fact that Lucy was in a better place.
He let himself sniffle a little again, his tattoo-covered hands covering hers. "I never woulda been a good dad anyway... but I kinda thought of her like my kid. I just... I wish I could have been there.. I'd have let myself die before letting anything happen to her..."
"You don't know that," Sarah pointed out. While she wasn't looking to have kids, who knew what the future would bring? "Now's she's away from pain, though." She stroked his hair and she still held him with one arm.
"I'm... gonna let her sister have the bike I made her. If she wants to ride it..." He had to ask... more to avoid any more confusion. "Sarah? Why... why are you so interested in me?"
"Because you're the first nice guy I've met in this city, and I've been here for more years than I would like to admit right now." Let's just say that Sarah used a little of her saved money on a really good plastic surgeon and leave it at that.
He was willing to leave it at that. The fact that she came to him here when she heard what happened... that she saw him fly into a rage and stayed... it saidi more than anything she could verbalize right now did anyway. "....I changed my mind. I know what tattoo I want you to give me."
"You do?" she asked him. She sort of had a feeling what it was, or what it had to do with. "What do you want now?"
"A shattered heart. Held together with barbed wire. With.... with Lucy's initials inside it." He could see it in his head, clear as day. It was almost an exact description of how he felt right now.
She nodded. "We can do it whenever you want to," she told him. She thought that it sounded like a lovely tattoo, actually.
"After Chloe plans the funeral... I wanna get it right after the funeral's over." He decided, nodding. The word 'funeral' still stuck in his throat, like he was still coming to grips with the fact that she was gone. "Maybe... I mean... if you want to... I could customize a bike for you... I... I kinda need a new riding buddy..." God that sentence made me tear up again.
The thought of her driving a bike actually made her grin a little. "That would be an interesting sight," she said to him, hoping to lighten his mood, if only a tiny bit. "I'd probably topple over trying to do it myself."
"Nah. Lucy said the same thing... and she was learning. And if she could do it..." he forced a smile, as that WAS a sweet memory. "I know you can. Little klutz never thought she'd keep it balanced..."
She nodded. "Then I'll at least give it a try," Sarah said to him.